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When a title is messed up, you know the sleep is going downhilll. Oh sure, i feel all globular and sticky and warm and cozy, and then the fear of paramores lyrics comes ruhing through; who are yo gu gonna talk to when youre in your bubble. like, ok, sure, maybe liek i could try moving out and having sex somewhere else than toronto, but like, its not fair of you to assume that i dont like mamking money on sundays. maybe the scriptures, the biblesweere wrong. after all monotheism is still omnipresent unofrtounately and its very dfiffifcult for the priestrabbis to do their work when scientceffereak geeks are there to observe them relentelsssly.

if course, if published, published, lpublhsing will happen, so almost certainly i wll publish this without even editing it. y

eyp, the content mature warning is up now. thats good. WEEED TALK AND SHIZ. 25+ IN ONTARIO, YEP, BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE UR ID.

boy, i should go with the oll option edit: not necessarily (next day edit...). no tricks or tricks heree. a regular old popll, like the ehalla loely one i had when ibuilt the post that was suppoed to show me a goodt im einunivetsiy(Which I did have today, actually, - the random ass hobo palestine encamants).

I have been nothing bu prvocative. this is what Hindu GSC is all about. hashy, hasy undertones. just hasshhhhh. and this tinymight is all clogged up now and thats annoying, but not nearly as annoying as then the mighty would clog. honestly, im not under any NDA. havent been for years.

honestly, honesty is underrated stilll.

Foodscapade white

Loosely inspired by my detailed reading of this excellent article's take on Toronto foods:

A newcognizant taste like a remembered earthy vanilla. Earthy but vanilla-ee. Yup, that's how I would describe my first experience with truffle. Now. I did not pay an exorbitant price for this truffle oil, so to expect a flavour out of this world was not in the plan. And yet, it was unique; oh is it a unique taste. And it leave me wanting more.

Apple. Pink Lady, prolly.

Goat cheese. Yep. Only the very best for this dairy freak.

No maple syrup. No honey. The hardest part, honestly.

Some Astro yogurt. Ah, not organic, not goat or sheep yogurt, but value/price is unmatched.

Cardamom. Ah, always a breeze of freshness in the mouth.

The aforementioned truffle oil. Yup, that's right, it was infused. Yes, dear readers, I admit it: if you're underage, you probably should ask your mummy or daddy if you can read further. I am saying this seriously, despite how childish it might appear. No child wants to have psychoactives thrust upon them.

Anyway, the truffle oil, I am getting high on because it was infused with THC. I love it. I really do. And I'm so glad that these cannabinoids are many and not just few because honestly, it's totally unfair how previous generations get to have all the fun discovering things on the planet while I'm stuck indoors and outdoors ranting about stuff. In other words, I continue to discover more in my mind while I work on grounding myself more with my walking escapades (what the hell; made it to Yorkdale and CostCo yesterday and loitered around trying to catch my bearings and overwhelmed by the speed warriors).

Okay. I will publish this now because my foodscapade is done... for now.

La visite temporelle dans la cuisine intransigeante

L'homme aux cheveux long ("'PLEASE LEAVE! ARRAKKIS IS ON ITS WAY!"') entra dans la cuisine; non pas celle du sport, mais celle de la bouffe.

Ouaip.

La glouttonie.

Je ne suis pas un ange, les mecs. J'aime bien - pardon, j'adore mon nom - mais c'est une fausse supposition de penser que je suis un ange au sens propre i.e. incorporéel. Bon, peux-être un peu trop sans corps, ou peut-être pas assez: je ne le sais plus.

Je marche. Je marche, c'est sûr; et donc je suis rentré dans la cuisine et j'ai mangé un cinquième d'un carré de chocolat Lindt (sans commanditure, je le suis fier, même si je le mentionne ici, le produit même) à 85% pour me donner un lift et je pense que ça à aidé.

Maintenant, je pris pour mon sang européen. Le lactose, ah, le lactose...

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